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Billy the Mountain (Zappa Frank)

Billy the Mountain Billy the Mountain A regular picturesque Postcardy mountain Residing between lovely Rosamond and Gorman With his stunning wife Ethel A tree, a tree. Billy was a Mountain Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder Billy was a Mountain Billy was a Mountain Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder ( Hey, hey, hey! ) Billy had two big Caves for eyes With a cliff for a jaw That would go up or down And whenever it did He'd puff out some dust And hack up a boulder, hack. Hack up a boulder, hack, hack. Hack up a boulder, hack, hack. Hack up a boulder. Now, one day, and I believe it was on Tuesday, a man in checkered double-knit suit drove up in large El Dorado Cadillac leased from Bob Spreene ( "Where the freeways meet in Downey!" ) and he laid a huge bulging envelope right at the corner of BILLY THE MOUNTAIN, that was right where his foot was supposed to be. Now BILLY THE MOUNTAIN, he couldn't believe it: All those postcards he'd posed for, for all of those years, and finally, now at last, his royalties! "Royalties, royalties, royalties! The royalty check is in, honey!" ... Yes, BILLY THE MOUNTAIN was rich! Yes, and his eyeball caves, they widened in amazement... and his jaw, which was a cliff, well it ... it dropped thirty feet! A bunch of dust puffed out ... rocks and boulders hacked up, hack! hack! ... crushing the Lincoln ... I gave him the money He acted real funny He hacked up a rock and It totaled my car Oh do you Know any trucks Might be bound for the valley I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar ( Dear Lord ) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar ( No shit ) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar By two o'clock, when bars had already closed down, Billy had broken the big news to Ethel, AHHHH, and with dust and boulders everywhere, Billy, choked with exitement, announced: "Ethel, we're going on a vacation!"... Yes, and they were going on a vacation, oh, and Ethel, Ethel, Ethel, like any little woman, she of course was very excited ... she creaked a little bit, and some old birds flew off of her. Billy told Ethel they were going to... yes, they where going to New York! "Ethel, we're going to... New York! But first they were gonna stop in Las Vegas... "It's off to Las Vegas to check out the lounges, Pull a few handles and drink a few beers, oh Ethel, Ethel, my darling, you know that I love you, I'm glad we could have a vacation this year, Oh neat-o, glad we could have a vacation this year." They left that night, crunchin' across the Mojave Desert, their voices echoing thru the canyons of your minds... "Ethel, wanna get a cuppa cawfee? Howard Johnson's, ahhh there's a Howard Johnson's! ... Wanna eat some clams? ... The first noteworhty piece of real estate they destroyed was Edwards Air Force Base. And to this very day, wing-nuts and data reduction clerks alike speak in reverent whispers about that fateful night when Test Stand Number One and the rocket sled itself got LUNCHED, I said LUNCHED, by a famous mountain and his small wooden wife ... "Word just in to the KTTV news service undeniably links this mountain and his wife to drug abuse and payoffs as part of San Joaquin Valley smut ring. However, we can assure parents in the Southern California area that a recent narcotic crackdown in Torrence ... Hawthorne ... Lomita ... Westchester ... Playa del Rey ... Santa Monica ... Tujunga ... Sunland ... San Fernando ... Pacoima ... Sylmar ... Newhall ... Canoga Park ... Palmdale ... Glendale ... Irwindale ... Rolling Hills ... Granada Hills ... Shadow Hills ... Cheviot Hills ... will provide the secret evidence the Palmdale Grand Jury has needed to seek a criminal indictement and pave the way for stiffer legislation, increased federal aid, and avert a crippling strike of bartenders and veterinarians throughout the inland empire ..." Within the week, Jerry Lewis had hosted a telethon ( La La La nice lady ) to raise funds for the injured, "injured", and homeless, "homeless" in Glendale, as Billy had just levelled it. And a few miles right outside of town Billy caused a 'Oh mine/my(?) papa' in the earth's crust, right over the secret underground dumps, right near the Jack In The Box on Glenoaks where they keep the pools of old poison gas and obsolete germs bombs, just as a freak tornado cruised through ... Yes, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon when little Howard Kaplan was sitting on his porch ( "Toto...!") just playing ( "Come here, Toto ...!") and having a nice time with his little accordion, ("Toto...!") and this weird wind came up, direct from Glendale, blowing those terrible germs in his direction ... and all this caused by huge mountain ("Aunty Em") somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly, sucking up two-thirds of it ( suck, suck, suck) for an ultimetly dispersal over vast stretches of ... WATTS!!! Now, unless I misunderstood, it was right outside of Columbus, Ohio when Billy received his notice to report for his induction physical. Now lemme tell ya, Ethel said, now Ethel, Ethel said she wasn't gonna let him go ... "I'm not gonna let you go, Billy" ... that's right, we now have confirmed reports from an informed Orange County minister that Ethel is still an active communist and it is this reporter's opinion that she also practices covent WITCH-CRAFT ... It was about this time that the telephone rang inside of the secret briefcase belonging to one mortal man who might be able to stop all of this senseless destruction and save America herself. And I'm sorry to disappoint some of you, it was not Chief Redden. This one man was Studebacher Hoch, fantastic new super hero of the current economic slump. Now, some folks say he looked like Zubin Mehta (Zubin Mehta); still others say "Bullshit, honey, it was just another greasy guy who happened to be born next to the frozen beef pies at Boney's Market..."; still others say "Pshaw/Shaun(?), and piss on you, Jack, he's just a crazy Iatlian who drove a red car ..." You see, nobody ever really knew for sure because Studebacher was sooooo mysterious .... He was so ( he was so, he was so) mysterious He was so ( he was so, he was so) mysterious 'Cuz when a person gets to be such a hero, folks And marvelouse beyond compute You can never really tell about a guy like that Whether he's really a nice person Or if he just smiles a lot Or if he has a son named Pinocchio or what. Whether he's really a nice person Or if he has a son named Pinocchio or what. Some men say he could fly Some men say he could swim Others say he could sing like Neil Sedaka, And all the girls in Flushing would be amazed of him Two, three amazed of him ... amazed ... Time passed. January, February, March, July, Wednesdey, August, Irwindale, two-thirty in the afternoon, Sunday, Monday, Funny Cars, Walnuts, City of Industry, Big John Masamanian ... So when the phone ring in the secret briefcase, a strong masculine hand with a Dudley Do- Right wristwatch and flexy braclet grabbed it and answered in a deep, calmly assured voice: "So... ah... yeah, yeah hello already ... what? ... well, yeah? ... Ah-are you kidding? ... You're not kidding ... a mountain ... with a tree growing off of its shoulder? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah listen, by the way, before you go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front, yeah? Yeah, you should move some of those for me ... We're having a lot of,...listen, so kiss little Jakee on the head... and how's your wife's hemorrhoids?...ah, that's too you've got a mountain, with a tree, listen, causing...well, let me write this down... sorta take a few notes here...yeah? El Segundo, huh?...causing untold destruction..( my baby, my baby )...wanted for draft evasion?... an expense account? ... and per diem, too?..." SOME MEN SAY HE COULD DANCE They said he could dance And of course they were right ... Ladies and gentelmen, this is it: The Studebacher Hoch Dancing Lesson & Cosmic Prayer For Guidence, featuring Aynsley Dunbar! ... HIT IT! ... TWIRLY, TWIRLY, TWIRLY, TWIRLY, TWIRLY, Fillmore ... Hey, right hand from a heart Left hand from a heart Right hand from a heart Left hand from a left shoulder To the heart. Fillmore, Fillmore ... Nobody can dance like Studebacher Hoch ... So many rumors have spread about Studebacher Hoch ... consider this rumor which was published about three weeks ago in ROLLING STONE ( oh, it's gotta be true! ) ... Studebacher Hoch can write the Lord's Prayer on the head of a pin!" (NO!) do-do-do do-do-doot doot do-do-do ... ... I'm so hip ... beef pies ... he was born next to the beef pies, underneath Joni Mitchell's autographed picture, right beside Elliot Robert's big bank book, next to the boat where Crosby flushed away all his stash and the cops got him in the boat and drove away, to the can where Neil Young slipped another disc ... [ Frozen ??? pie Frozen ??? pie Frozen ??? pie And that was the main influence on him The influence of a frozen beef pie ] Boldly springing into action he phoned his wife who ran a modeling school, whereupon he... yes, he ran around the back of the Broadway at Hollywood Boulevard and Vine to see if he could find himself some big, large, unused cardboard boxes ( no shit! )... after which he hit up the Ralph's on Sunset for some Aunt Jemima syrup, some Kaiser boiler foil and pair of blunt sissors, yeah! ... yes, and in the parking lot of Ralph's ... where no prices are lower prices than Ralph's... in the parking lot of Ralph's, in between a pair of customized trucks where nobody was looking, he cut out some really, really, really nice wings and he covered them thoroughly with foil ... Then he took those wings and wedged one under each of his powerful arms and sneaked into a telephone booth ..YES,YES!! And then he shut the fucking door! ... And he pulled down his blue denim policeman-type trouser pants, and he spread even amounts of Aunt Jemima maple syrup all over the inside of his legs! ... Soon the booth was filling with flies ( help me! help me! help me! ) ... He held open the legs of his boxer shorts so they could all get in, and when each and every one of those little cocksucking flies had gone into his pants and they were lapping up all that maple syrup, he bent over and he put his head between his legs and he said in a very clear, impressive, Ron-Hubbard-type voice: "New York"... And the booth and everything lifted up, out of parking lot, and into the sky. Studebacher Hoch YEAH, YEAH, Studebacher Hoch Studebacher Hoch Studebacher Hoch YEAH, YEAH, Studebacher Hoch Studebacher Hoch He's coating his legs With Aunt Jemima syrup up and down His shorts will be filled with flies That will be buzzing all around Studebacher Hoch is really outa sight Studebacher Hoch, he does it every night Studebacher Hoch, he treats the flies all right Studebacher Hoch That's why they never bite, hey! Hey please to New York Fly to New York He could be a dog Or a frog Or a lesbian queen (Fly to New York) He could be a narc Or a lady marine Or he might play dirty He's over thirty Getting old ... I don't know His peculiar attire And the flies he requires Keep leading him on 'Cuz Ethel is gone They keep leading him on 'Cuz Ethel is gone And the mountain she's on And speaking of mountains - - we'll join Studebacher Hoch on the edge of BILLY THE MOUNTAIN's mouth .. take it away! ... "Ah ... ya, ya, ya, hey-ah, Billy, listen ... I've come to reason with you ... our great country needs you in the armed forces ... Your number came up ... ya can't go on running like this forever ..." Ah, but Ethel just shook her twigs angrily. But Studebacher Hoch, calm, cool, collected and unperturbed, continued: "Ya, well listen ... listen you communist sonofabitch ... you better get your ass down there for your fuckin' physical or I'll see to it that you get used for fill dirt in some impending New Jersey marsh reclamation ... And your girlfiend there will wind up disguised as series of brooms, primative ironing boards or a dog house ... get the ( cough, cough) get the picture?" Ya, well Billy just laughed: "Ha, ha, ha. If they think they're gonna draft me, they're crazy." Unfortunately, because Studebacher Hoch was standing on the edge of BILLY THE MOUNTAIN's mouth when the giant mountain laughed ... Studebacher Hoch lost his footing and fell screaming, two hundred feet into the rubble below ... ( "Aaahhhhh, oh fuck, I'm gonna need a truss ...") Ah listen, that only goes to show you And it'l show you once again that A mountain is something you don't wanna fuck with You don't wanna fuck with Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck with Billy, No And don't fuck with Ethel You saw what just happened To the guy with the flies Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around With Biddilly, Biddilly Biddilly The Mountain Eddie, are you kidding? Eddie, are you kidding? Oh I forgot to mention this is where we take our intermission. we will see you in a few minutes Thank you, We'll be back.